#dewey riley x gale weathers

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter Sixteen

Authors Note: Please remember that Randy is very, very, very out of character. Also, yn is 17.

Randy

It was all too easy for Randy to call up yn and pretend to be the killer. When he saw her leaving school he ditched his classes, unusual for him, but he couldn't help himself. He ran to his car, moved in, and followed her.to the mall. Then he followed her around the mall, making sure to stay hidden and not get too close. It wasn't the first time he's followed her or peeped through her window at night.

He followed her home, watching Billy pull into the driveway only to leave shortly after. He watched yn getting changed, her bedroom curtains were open, it's jot like she had to worry, the back of their house led into the woods. He had climbed a tree just to see into her bedroom window. He sat on a thick branch, binoculars in hand. He was the typical Peeping Tom.

He grew hard watching as she slowly lifted her shirt over head revealing a light blue lacy bra. He watched as her hands reached around to unclip the bra, releasing her perfect tits. He was straining against his pants, his cock begging to be let out. His hand ran over the bulge in his pants, applying pressure. It was all too much he needed a release.

So he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out, sighing as the pressure let up. His hand wrapped around his shaft, giving a few long strokes. His movements got fast when she turned around, back facing the window. Yn was bending over taking her pants off. A matching pair of panties covered her ass. He would do anything to grip that ass in his hands.

What pushed him over the edge was when she pushed those light blue panties down, once more bending at the waist. Her pretty pussy was on full display now. He felt his balls tighten as he thought about walking up behind her and pushing his cock into her tight walls, feeling her squeeze around his cock while he pounded into her over and over.

He let out a strangled groan as he hit his high. His own release covering his hand. After he came down from said high, he wiped his hand on his pants, tucked himself back in and climbed down the tree. He snuck around to where the living room window was and waited.

Yn walked in, night shorts and a tank top on. He could see she had no bra on. He groaned when he felt his cock hardening again. “Come on,” he whispered. He was going to need to release himself again before going home. This girl did things to him. Made him feel ways he knew were wrong.

He knew it was wrong to be peeping through her windows. He would have never done something like this before. But as his feelings or rather his obsession for yn grew, the more he found himself doing whatever he could to be near her.

The glow of the tv being turned on brought him back to reality. Yn flipped through channels until she decided to put a movie in. Of course she chose a horror movie. She was so fascinating to Randy, she liked horror movies, the blood and gore, the suspense, but she also got scared easily. There were a few times that the whole group went to the movies. He always made sure to sit beside her. He loved the way she would cling to him and bury her head in his shoulder at jump scares.

Before he knew what he was doing he grabbed the cell phone he had in his pocket and then the voice changer he was going to use for Halloween. He wanted to scare her, his hope was you would run into his arms, call him to come over. He only got the cell phone for that very reason. So if he was out and she called, he wouldn't miss it. She could page him, too. But now he has a cell phone he wouldn't have to find a payphone and worry about having change on him.

His finger glided over the numbers of the Nokia Cellphone, typing in her phone number. He heard the ringing from inside the house. He watched while she got up and answered the phone. His cock grew harder when he heard her voice, when he saw the scared look on her face. He watched all the way up until she was off the phone with he dick of a brother. That's when he went back to his car and waited.

Ten minutes passed with no call. His mind ran in circles. Should he call her again? Should he maybe knock on the door or a couple windows to scare her even more? That sounded like a good plan. Maybe call her and knock on her door. Tell her he was right outside. He could go around the house, knock on the windows, make it seem like he was everywhere. That would surely scare her into calling him.

His hand reached for the door handle of his car when his paper went off. He looked down to see it was yn paging him. The code he was looking at was 424 * 911. Call me back. Emergency. He waited a few minutes, then called her.

“Randy?”

“Hey, what's wrong? I got your page.”

“Can you come over?”

Those four simple words had a smirk growing across his face. His cock twitched in his pants. “Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a little.”

He hung up with her and pulled his cock out one more time. He needed to come. He had to before knocking on her door. It shouldn't take long, he was so built up that he thought he was going to come in his pants just hearing her voice.

He stroked himself, closing his eyes and thinking about Yn mouth around him. How she would look on her knees, his cock deep in her throat, the tears from gagging on him running down her face. He thought about her perfect cunt and how that would feel around his cock. The way her voice trembled on the other end of the phone when she asked for him to come over.

His balls tightened, his hips thrust up into his hand. “Fuck, yn!” White hot spurts shot out from the tip, coating his hand and his steering wheel. This girl was going to be the death of him. He was going to make her his no matter the cost. He'll kill anyone who gets in his way. She was his. Her pussy, her mouth, everything was his. Nobody but him will be touching her.

Soon. She'll be his soon. And when she is, she'll be crying out his name as he fills her full, marking her as his territory. And be damned to whoever gets in his way.

[whoreofdilfs]

re-watching scream 1996 is not enough, i need billy and stu to fuck me

[texaschainsawmascara]

tessgivnishartist on ig

[cece693]

Ok but like imagine both Billy and Stu with a big tiddy goth! male! reader as their roommate lol

Reader looks intimidating but is actually really nice lol

Looks Can Be Deceiving (Stu and Billy x M! Reader)

Hi! So I'm not really that well informed on the big tiddy slang (English is not my first language) but after a quick google search I think I got the idea????? If not, then I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this :)

tags: oblivious reader, realistic billy and stu (I think), pre-relationship, open ended, might be a part 2 coming

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher weren’t exactly looking for a new friend, let alone a roommate. They’d been fine on their own, thriving in the chaos of their twisted little partnership. But when the college housing office placed them in a three-bedroom rental with some random guy, they couldn’t exactly say no. Rent was cheap, the landlord didn’t ask questions, and besides, how bad could it be?

The first time they saw you, though, they realized this arrangement was going to be…interesting.

You were standing in the living room when they arrived, setting up a bookshelf filled with horror novels and occult knickknacks. At first glance, you looked like something straight out of one of their favorite slasher films—towering, dressed in all black, tattoos peeking out from under your sleeves, with silver jewelry glinting against your pale skin. Your undercut only made you look more dangerous. Stu, never one to keep his thoughts to himself, leaned close to Billy and whispered, “Dude, do you think he’s in, like, a death cult or something?”

Billy didn’t answer, but his sharp eyes lingered on you as you turned to greet them. “Hey,” you said, your voice deep and smooth. “I made brownies. Want some?”

Stu’s jaw dropped. Billy just narrowed his eyes. And just like that, their expectations were shattered.

Over the next few days, it became clear that you weren’t at all what they expected. Despite your intimidating looks, you were ridiculously nice—almost unnervingly so. You always smiled when you saw them, greeted them with “Good morning” even if they ignored you, and even asked if they wanted anything from the grocery store before you went out. When you weren’t at class or work, you were usually in the kitchen, baking cookies or meal-prepping while blasting Bauhaus or The Cure from a tiny speaker.

Stu was instantly smitten. He started following you around like a puppy, throwing his long arms around your shoulders and declaring you his “best goth buddy.” He loved pushing your buttons just to see you scowl—like the time he “borrowed” one of your necklaces and pretended he lost it, only to give it back with an over-the-top apology. “Don’t worry,” he said, grinning up at you. “I’ll make it up to you. Wanna watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick.”

Billy, on the other hand, was harder to read. He spent a lot of time watching you from across the room, his dark eyes following your every move. You caught him staring more than once, but he always looked away before you could say anything. Unlike Stu, who was all loud jokes and obvious flirting, Billy was subtle. He’d make sarcastic comments about your goth aesthetic, only to quietly leave a new horror novel on your desk after you mentioned liking the author. He never admitted it, but you had a feeling he stayed up with you that one night you were stressed about your midterms just because he didn’t want you to be alone.

Stu and Billy’s affections, however, reached a dangerous new peak the day they stumbled into your room at the worst—or best, depending on how you looked at it—possible moment. It started innocently enough, or at least as innocently as things ever got with those two. Stu had been whining about needing help finding a charger, and Billy, clearly annoyed, suggested he ask you. Of course, "asking" wasn’t Stu’s style.

“C’mon, Big Guy!” Stu called as he shoved your door open, Billy trailing behind him. “You seen my—oh my god.”

You froze mid-motion, one arm reaching for the fresh shirt you were about to pull on, the other holding a towel you were using to dry your hair. Time seemed to stop as both of them stood there in the doorway, their eyes glued to your bare chest. No shirt. No barriers. Just you, all soft curves and broad muscle, your big tits on full display.

“Holy shit,” Stu breathed, his voice tinged with awe. His jaw practically hit the floor as he stared, unblinking. “Are you kidding me? Those things are, like, illegal.”

Billy, meanwhile, was much quieter, but no less affected. His dark eyes drank you in, his usual mask of control slipping for a moment as his gaze flicked downward, then back to your face. He swallowed hard, shifting his weight like he was trying to keep himself from stepping closer. His voice, when he finally spoke, was lower than usual. “We didn’t know you were changing.”

“No shit,” you snapped, snatching the shirt and pulling it over your head as quickly as possible. “You ever heard of knocking?”

Stu groaned, flopping dramatically against the doorframe. “Aw, don’t cover up! I was just starting to enjoy the view!”

Billy shot him a glare but didn’t argue. He was still staring at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re...built,” he said, his tone almost grudging, like the words were being dragged out of him against his will.

“Thanks, I guess?” you muttered, tugging the hem of your shirt down and crossing your arms over your chest. You could still feel their eyes on you, and it made your skin prickle with a mix of embarrassment and something you couldn’t quite name.

Stu leaned closer, his grin widening. “Dude, do you, like, know how big those are? Like, for real? You could probably drown someone with ‘em. You want to try it out?”

“Stu,” you growled, your patience wearing thin. “Get. Out.”

Billy finally stepped in, grabbing Stu by the back of his shirt and dragging him toward the door. “Come on, idiot. Let's leave him alone.”

“But Billy!” Stu whined, digging his heels in. “I wasn’t done appreciating the—”

The door slammed shut before he could finish, leaving you standing there in stunned silence. You could hear them bickering in the hallway, Stu’s voice loud and animated as always.

“I’m just saying, those are a work of art! It’s like the Mona Lisa, but, you know, better.” “You’re an idiot,” Billy muttered, but his voice was tight, like he was holding something back.

From the moment Billy and Stu got an eyeful of your assets, the dynamic in the house spiraled into utter chaos. You’d barely noticed it at first, chalking up their constant presence to boredom or a newfound interest in hanging out. But as weeks went on, their antics became harder to ignore. The snarky comments, the heated glares exchanged when you weren’t looking, the way they tripped over themselves trying to one-up each other—it was enough to make even the most oblivious person suspicious.

But not you.

Whether it was the gym incident, the pancake debacle, or the never-ending movie night arguments, you remained blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. You were too focused on your studies, your workouts, and making sure the house didn’t descend into complete disorder to notice the increasingly absurd lengths Billy and Stu were going to for your attention.

It all came to a head one particularly tense evening. You’d gone out to grab groceries, leaving Billy and Stu alone in the house. The moment the door closed behind you, the gloves came off.

“Just admit it,” Stu said, pacing the living room like a caged animal. “You’re obsessed with him.”

Billy leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression icy. “Says the guy who’s practically glued to his side 24/7.”

Stu spun around, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You’re just mad because he actually laughs at my jokes. When’s the last time he smiled at you?”

Billy’s jaw clenched. “Maybe he doesn’t need a fucking circus act to enjoy someone’s company.”

“Oh, right,” Stu sneered, throwing up his hands. “Because brooding in the corner like some wannabe vampire is so charming.”

“Better than acting like a hyperactive toddler,” Billy shot back, his voice dangerously low.

The argument escalated quickly, voices rising as they hurled insults back and forth. At one point, Stu picked up a couch pillow and launched it at Billy’s head, narrowly missing. Billy retaliated by shoving Stu into the wall, and for a moment, it seemed like things were about to get physical.

But then you walked in.

“Hey, guys—what the hell is going on!?” you asked, staring at the scene in front of you: Stu pinned against the wall, Billy’s hand fisted in his shirt, both of them glaring daggers at each other. They froze, turning to look at you like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Uh…nothing!” Stu said quickly, plastering on his trademark grin. “Just some light wrestling. Y’know, for fun.”

Billy let go of Stu and stepped back, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. “Yeah. Just messing around.”

You raised an eyebrow but decided not to press the issue. “Okay...well, I got pizza. It'll be in the kitchen.”

As you disappeared into the other room, the tension between them simmered, but neither of them made another move. Not yet, anyway. It wasn't until later that night, after you'd gone to bed, that Billy and Stu returned to their conversation.

“This has to stop,” Billy hissed, his voice low and cold.

Stu crossed his arms, still bristling from their earlier fight. “You think I don’t know that? But what’s your solution, huh? Scare him off so neither of us gets him? Not happening, Billy Boy.”

Billy was silent for a long moment, his jaw working as he mulled over his options. He hated the idea of sharing you—hated it almost as much as he hated the thought of Stu winning. But the alternative was losing you completely, and that wasn’t something he was willing to risk. “Fine.”

Stu blinked, caught off guard. “Fine what?”

“We share him,” Billy ground out, his teeth clenched.

Stu stared at him, and then a slow grin spread across his face. “Well, well, well. Didn’t think you had it in you to play nice.”

“Don’t push it,” Billy warned, his voice sharp. “This doesn’t mean I like you. It just means I like him more.”

Stu snickered. “Whatever you say, buddy. But hey, at least now we’re on the same team, right?”

Billy didn’t answer, turning on his heel and stalking off. Stu watched him go, still grinning to himself.

From that day forward, things…changed.

You didn’t notice the difference at first. If anything, Billy and Stu seemed to get along better, their bickering replaced with an odd sort of pact. They started spending more time together, which you figured was just a natural byproduct of living in close quarters. What you didn’t realize was that they were coordinating their efforts.

Stu would distract you with jokes and games while Billy silently took note of what you liked, using that information to his advantage later. Billy would lure you into long, intense conversations about movies and books, giving Stu time to swoop in with grand gestures—like the time he surprised you with a ridiculously elaborate cake ���just because.”

If you were confused by their sudden teamwork, you didn’t show it. You just kept being your usual, oblivious self, completely unaware of the quiet, unspoken truce between them—or the way they both watched you like wolves circling their prey.

It wasn’t perfect. Billy still bristled every time Stu got a little too handsy with you, and Stu couldn’t resist making snide comments whenever Billy monopolized your time. But for the most part, they made it work. Because at the end of the day, they both wanted the same thing.

You.

And if sharing was the only way to keep you close, then so be it.

For now.

[phantomsoperra]

everyone in scream is trans and/or queer by the way

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Tara revealing her feelings

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

~~~

"(Y/N) Tatum Riley-Weathers, may I please know why the Carpenter girl is asking to be let in?"

"Probably because she wants to be inside, Mom." (Y/N) answered with a small grin, saving the work on his laptop before clicking out of the tab and shutting it off. He turned around in his chair and spotted his mother standing in the doorway with crossed arms, her eyes squinting at him and lips twisting up.

"Funny, you're real funny." Gale's voice dripped with sarcasm, her hands dropping to firmly rest at her waist. She took slow steps into the room, one brow arching. "She's a good girl, (Y/N). But I want no funny business, alright? There's leftovers in the fridge and I'll be in my office if you need me but if I hear a single noise-"

"Mom." (Y/N) groaned, standing up and approaching his mother. "You know I don't mess around like that, especially not with Tara of all people. It'd be... weird having sex while you're in the house, anyway." 

"Good." Gale exhaled softly and reached out to smooth out his sweater, her features softening when she looked him over. "You're just like him, you know? All good and polite. I'm glad you got that from him. I'm far too young to be a grandmother." She swept some hair over her shoulder and turned on her heel with a small smirk, heels clicking against the tile of his bedroom floor as she walked away.

(Y/N) grinned. "Are you though?"

"Excuse me?" Gale whirled around and scoffed, pursing her lips at him while his laughter echoed through the room. (Y/N) stumbled toward his mother and swung his arms around her, his laughter dying down into snickering. He pressed a kiss against her cheek and pulled back, giggling when she scoffed again and walked out of his room. "I better not hear a single thing, kid!"

"I'm just helping her with some uni work is all, Mom." (Y/N) chuckled and followed her out into the living room, taking a quick survey of the room. The housekeeper had already finished cleaning up everything after dinner, leaving the penthouse spotless and right from a magazine, just as his mother always loved. Gale shot him one last warning look before entering her office and shutting the door behind her. 

Taking a breath in, (Y/N) walked toward the front door and opened it, greeting Tara with a smile. "Hey, Tara." He stepped aside to let her in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Tara's brows raised and her eyes widened, taking slow steps into the living room and dropping her backpack down by the couch with a soft thump.

"I can't believe you live in a penthouse." 

"Most people can't." (Y/N) chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while he watched her. Tara let out a startled laugh and shook her head, brushing strands from her face and turning around to face him. The awe-struck look on her face disappeared, replaced by a nervous smile as she dipped her head shyly. 

"Sorry, I didn't come here to ogle at your place. It's something, though." Tara chuckled, taking another look around before her eyes locked on the end table, a bright grin appearing on her face. She speedwalked toward it and snatched up a picture frame, teeth digging into her bottom lip. 

"Oh, God-"

"Is this you?" She asked with a giggle and he sighed heavily, rubbing his hand over his face as heat crept up his neck. He hardly needed to check to see what the picture was when it was his parent's favorite. Ten-year-old him dressed up as a clown for Halloween. Tara clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggling but her shoulders continued to shake.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. It was a phase." (Y/N) huffed, taking the frame from her and setting it back down on the end table before picking up her backpack and leading the snickering brunette to his bedroom. Tara's giggling and snickering died down, instead replaced by shocked silence once more. 

"Your room is... bigger than our living room." She breathed out. "You have a balcony?!"

"Yeah," (Y/N) smiled at her childlike awe and carefully set her backpack aside, approaching the double doors and pushing one open. He nodded for her to follow, chuckling when she eagerly rushed over to him and they stepped outside onto the balcony. Tara grabbed onto the railing and peered down, jaw falling slack before she took in the long expanse of New York City. 

"Jesus," She whispered. "Your future wife is going to be so lucky."

"Maybe." (Y/N) sighed and leaned his arms on the railing, staring down at the bustling streets below. Tara furrowed her brows and turned to look at him, leaning over to bump their arms together. 

"What do you mean, 'maybe'? You're the kid of a national hero and a bitchy rich white lady! You refer to Sidney fucking Prescott as 'Aunt Sid', (Y/N). This is like... the American dream. You live in a penthouse in New York, for Christ's sake." Tara laughed breathlessly. "Your kid is probably going to have a trust fund. Besides, you're an amazing guy. You have all of Dewey's good traits and... I'm sure there's some Gale in you too. Anyone would be blessed to marry you, trust me."

"I've also had a target on my back since I was born, Tara." He reminded her quietly, tilting his head up to look at the night sky. Tara's shoulders slumped. "These fucking... Ghostface assholes have been bothering us for so long. I mean, the picture you saw... a year before that my life was at risk because of Aunt Sid's niece and her friend. Last year I lost Dad because of two new assholes. It took Aunt Sid years to become comfortable enough to have children because she was scared they'd try hurting them. It's been decades, Tara. Who's to say they won't try doing it again when we're older?" 

"I know, I get it. Sam thinks that way too. But... we can't put our lives on hold because of this, (Y/N)." Tara spoke softly, resting her hand over his and watching the side of his face. (Y/N) inhaled heavily and turned to meet her gaze. "Sam is so paranoid... she's miserable. And I mean, Sidney tried living off the grid, didn't she? They still found her. If they're desperate enough, they'll keep coming... but who's to say they'll try again? Maybe they will once or twice but after that? The Stab fandom will die and with it the fanatics. I'm not going to stop living my life. Not when I got a second chance at it. Not when..." She trailed off, eyes flickering away.

"Not when what?" 

"Not when... I got to meet and befriend my... my crush." Tara finished quietly, a notable blush spreading across her cheeks. (Y/N) hummed, turning his hand over to curl his fingers around Tara's. Her eyes jumped to their hands and she smiled, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and giggling. "This wasn't how I thought this would go, if I'm honest."

"You've thought about this often, huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

[zivadinozzo]

Since when did you care about my feelings? Hey! Especially in the last couple of years. All right, listen.

[rottingvulture]

The fuck do you mean there's only a couple hundred more than 4,000 scream fanfics on ao3.

This is unacceptable

[lexi0widow]

OH MY GOD- A WRITER WHO WRITES FOR STU? I’m in love. so, I’ve got a kinda silly ask, :3

so, Stu with a girlfriend who’s just- so touch starved. Like, if he hugs her? She’s melting in his embrace and not letting him move. she probably also really enjoys PDA because it makes her feel like he’s not ashamed-

(No- I’m totally not projecting, what gave you that idea-?)

ahhh this is so cute anon!!

STU MACHER x TOUCH STARVED READER

When Stu finds out you are touched starved he makes it his life goal to change that

Its now bros destiny to make you not touch starved

He loves you so so much and uses any excuse he can to be around you or touch you in any way possible

Wether its an arm around your waist or giving you a hug

Stu is not afraid to show you off at all

In face he loves it

Hes goes up to random people he doesnt know and is just like

‘Hey- you see that pretty girl over there? Isnt she beautiful? Yeah? Well shes mine so back off.’

Walks you to and from class

Loves to cuddle

Hes a cuddle bug im sorry but its true🤷‍♀️

KISSES

Kisses everywhere on the nose forehead hand cheeks lips literally anywhere he can reach at that point in time he will kiss

He loves holding your hand!!

Of course you are absolutely thriving in this affection

When you hug neither of you wanna let go first so you’ll both just be stood there for like 10 minutes waiting for the other to let go

He finds it so adorable when you literally melt into him

Hes also really proud of himself for making you feel comfortable around him

He just loves you a whole lot

Hes silly

But you love that hes silly <3

I hope this way okay!! Thank you so much for the request anon🫶🏻

[final-girl96]

ANNOUNCMENT

I miss Stu, so I am writing another Stu x Reader. It won't be out until I have a decent amount of chapters to post. Here's all the details so far!

Disclaimer - I do NOT own the Scream franchise. I do NOT own any of the characters, plot, or dialogue. I only own the characters I make up along with any plot and dialogue.

MINE

Stu Macher x Reader

READ THE WARNINGS/TRIGGERS! IF SOMETHING ON THAT LIST BOTHERS YOU, THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ! THIS STORY WILL FALL UNDER DARK ROMANCE! IT WILL BE A LITTLE FUCKED UP! THIS IS JUST FANFICTION! IT'S NOT REAL! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN! THINGS MIGHT GET ADDED TO THIS LIST. EVERYTHING ON THIS LIST MIGHT NOT SHOW UP.

⚠️WARNINGS/TRIGGERS⚠️

Strong Language

Adult Content

Blood and Gore

Murder

Attempted Murder

Graphic Descriptions

Billy Loomis (Self Explanatory)

Stu Macher (Self Explanatory)

Mine (Stu thinks…knows yn is his.)

Possessive Behavior

Obsessive Behavior

Touch Her & Die (lots of people will die)

Bullying (probably in the beginning. Maybe? I don't know. But I'm putting it on here.)

Anxiety (A little. It's expected when you're being stalked and shit)

Stalking (Stu has many issues)

Choking (Pleasure & Attempted Murder)

Abuse (mentally, physically, emotionally). Stu doesn't purposefully hurt yn, but sex can get rough, and he can get out of control with his anger sometimes. But I wanted to put it in here to safe)

Dub-Con (dubious consent - Situations where consent is dubious or unclear, falling somewhere between rape and consent) (Google)

CNC (Consensual non-consent - kinks, popularized by the BDSM (bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism) community, involve consensual, intense role-play of one individual consensually sexually assaulting another. (Google)

Rough Sex (Spanking, Choking, Hair Pulling, Handcuffs, Being Tied Up, Biting, gagged, etc…)

Unprotected Sex (She IS on birth control)

Anal (Maybe)

Cock Warming (maybe)

Semi- Public & Public Sex

Fingering

Oral (both receiving)

Knife Play (Maybe? It'll be Stu's thing. And it won't be a little if I do put it in)

Jealousy (Stu doesn't like when other men touch “What's his”)

[osfi-am]

Only scream 1996 doodles

[kittyamore0]

Ethan Landry x Dewey and Gales kid reader??

A/N: Dewey and Gale! Dewey and Gale! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

✧ - FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

✧ - TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli ✧ - PAIRING: Ethan Landry x GN! Reader

✧ - RATING: SFW

✧ - WRITING STYLE: One-shot

✧ - POV: 2nd person

✧ - REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, copy, modify, OR steal my ideas! ✧ - CW: Mentions of killing, knife usage, deaths, guns, setting people on fire, deaths, wounds, slitting throats

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

At first, Ethan hated you, and you hated him. You were related to Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley. The same very people who tried to stop Richie and Amber from their genus plans, and managed to do so.

Dewey tried to help, and he died. Deserved, is what Ethan would like to think, but Gale, Gale was much harder to shake. A fighter, per-say. She was the one to hold Amber at gunpoint and set her on fire.

Sam Crap-enter, and Tara Carpenter. Oh, how much he hated Sam for slitting Richie's throat. Tara? She wasn't as bad, but still bad.

You? Hated you for your parents, but was all...he couldn't find any other reasons to hate you. You were just...perfect? Kind, funny, smart. All of the above. It infuriated him. God, he couldn't stand to see your perfect face, the same face that made his heart jump up and down, cheeks flushed an words caught in his throat.

Why did you hate him? Well...you happened to catch him talking to Quinn, about Richie being their brother. The same Richie that attacked your friends, parents, and you. Although, you didn't stay long enough to hear them talk about some...Ghostface matters.

But just like Ethan, you grown warm, nice, but overwhelming feelings for you. The shy, dorky, fun, funny, kind, nerd. You two always hung out, despite hating each other. It went from distant, to practically sharing food with the same forks!

The more closer and comfortable you two got, the more you both realized what the feelings you held for each other were. Now, it did infact make it more difficult to not give out any weird signs to each other.

Quinn hated the way her brother swooned for you. You were their next victim, not Ethans next lover. She'd always slap the back of Ethans head when he day dreamed about you. "Ow! goddamit...the hell is your problem Quinn?" Quinn sighed. "Stop thinking about your love duck and focus on the plan!" Ethan rolled his eyes.

You were the first to confess. You were drunk at the Halloween party and Ethan? Somewhat sober.

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"Etahn, I've be been look for you!" You giggled, as your body collided with Ethans. "Woah, you okay?" You nodded and nuzzled in his chest. "Now that you're here..." His cheeks flushed bright pink. "How much had you have to drink?" You shrugged. "3...no, wait...5...?" Ethan 'ohh-ed' before gently pulling you closer.

"You're drunk..." He whispered. "Wait...who are you again?" His smile dropped. "Im Eth " You chuckled and grabbed his shirt. "You look just like Ethan!" His eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled, deciding to play your little game. "Really?" You nodded quickly. "Mhm, yea!"

You hugged him. "Hes really cute, and handsome. Hes so nice to me. I like him a lot. I want him to be my boyfriend!" Ethans eyes widened and he stared at you in shock. "What...? "

You put your index finger on Ethans lips. "But shhh! Dont tell him. I dont know if he likes me back..." You murmured sadly. He gently smiled. "Tell you what, Im a friend of Ethans...and and he tells me how much he likes you. How pretty/handsome you are, funny, kind..." You blushed and averted your eyes away from his.

"Guess what?" You looked back at him. "What?" You spoke quietly. "Im the Ethan you're talking about..." A smirk played his lips. "What? No way!" You softly hit his chest. "Yes way!" You replayed in your mind about what he said. "Does...does that mean you like me too?" He nodded. "Want you to be my lover..." He sighed into you and placed his chin on your head.

"Will you...?" His eyes shined in the blue lights. "Yes." You closed the gape between you two.

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓆰•ᴗ•𓆪˗ ˎ

[everybodys-a-suspect-zine]

Interest Check Results!

39 people ended up taking the interest check. Due to the number of people interested, everyone who applies to contribute will be accepted. Contributor applications will open on November 4th

39 people took the interest check. When asked "Are you interested in participating in this zine?" 16 people answered No, 14 answered Yes, and 9 answered Maybe.

When asked "If you are interested in participating, how would you like to be involved?" 20 answered Art, 5 answered Writing, and 6 answered Digital Merch.

When asked "What kind of merch would you be interested in seeing?" the answers were:

Icons- 28

Phone Wallpapers- 27

Desktop Wallpapers- 20

Discord Emotes- 17

Printable Colouring Book Pages- 20

Additionally, 2 people wrote in suggestions. One wrote "Printable paper dolls (either 2d or 3d)" and another wrote "Remember those little things you could put on your computer screen that would be like little pets? that." I actually didn't remember what those are, but research showed they are called shimejis

This is how many people voted for each character when asked "Which characters would you be interested in seeing?":

Stu Macher- 36

Billy Loomis- 35

Sidney Prescott- 26

Randy Meeks- 25

Tatum Riley- 25

Dewey Riley- 20

Gale Weathers- 18

Casey Becker- 12

Kenny (Cameraman)- 8

Neil Prescott- 5

Steve Orth- 4

Arthur Himbry- 3

Sheriff Burke- 3

Hank Loomis- 2

When asked "Which character would you be MOST interested in content of?" 18 said Stu. 6 said Billy. 5 said Randy. 3 said Sidney. Tatum, Dewey, and Casey all got 2 votes, and 1 said Kenny. Stu is the most popular, which didn't surprise me, but I was surprised someone voted for Kenny!

When asked "Are you interested in ship or general (non-shipping) content?" 6 said Shipping, 3 said General, and 30 said Both.

When asked "What ships are you interested in seeing?" these were the results:

Billy/Stu- 33

Sidney/Tatum- 20

Gale/Dewey- 14

Sidney/Billy- 9

Sidney/Randy- 8

Stu/Tatum- 5

Billy/Stu/Randy- 4

Randy/Stu- 3

I am only interested in general content- 3

One person also wrote in "YES. (all of them)".

Carrd

[kaylinlmfao]

Fuck you

Type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark

Pairing(s): dom!yandere!ghostface!billy loomis x shy!sarcastic!sub!fem!reader x dom!yandere!ghostface!sidney prescott

Warning(s): non con/rape, dub con, knife play, overstimulation, murder, blood, swearing, violence, mommy kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, blood kink, dirty talk, nipple play, praise kink, slight public sex, innocence kink, reader goes into sub space, choking, hairpulling, fingering (r receiving), face sitting (sidney receiving), floor sex, hate/angry sex, drugging, ownership kink

Summary: when reader finds out that her best friends are the ones who killed her parents and Tatum & Stu, reader feels more hate towards them than ever. But all they've ever felt is obsessed with her. So they keep her with them forever

A/N: this is my first fic and of course its dark as shit so beware. Give me some much needed feedback and let me know how y'all feel! (I listened to Teddy Bear & Tag You're It by Melanie Martinez for the beginning and Shameless by Camila Cabello during the smut scene. Just if you want, it helps make the story more vivid and lucid)

(Pics from Pinterest)

"Tate? Ready to go?" I yell up the stairs. "You're taking a trillion years Tatum!" "One sec!" She calls back down. "Jesus, Tate! Its just a party, not prom. Sid, come back me up!" "Tate, hurry up." Sidney says without even looking over so used to our arguing. I turn when I hear footsteps thudding down the stairs, Tatum ready to go. "Finally!" I groan, grabbing her hand to pull her out the door, where Dewey has been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes now. "Wait! How do I look, Y/N?" "Gorgeous, as always. Even if you show up in a ratty old house dress, you'd still look gorgeous. So I don't understand why you need an hour to get ready."

Tatum gives me a kiss on the lips as Sid walks over. "Its called preparation, Y/N." Tatum and I weren't dating but we've been best friends since kindergarten. We've kissed as friends since we were 13. Some of her boyfriends had a problem with it, but Stu didn't care. He knew Tatum and I were besties, nothing more. As we walked out the door, I didn't notice Sidney glaring at Tate in anger and jealously while we held hands.

We pulled into the street across from Stu's house as Dewey climbs out and opens the door for Sid. I slide out after her and Tate after me. "Be careful. I'll be over here, talking to Gale and looking around, ok?" "Yeah, ok Dewey boy." Tatum says, dragging me inside where Stu was greeting people at the door. "Y/N! Welcome to my humble castle." "Seriously Stu, don't put any effort into the theatrics." I smile, giving him a side hug as Tate and Sid walks in and I stay with Stu, greeting people as they walk in.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm going to grab a beer, you want one?" Tatum asks. "No, that's alright. Thanks anyways. Be careful." I tell her, turning back to continue my conversation with Stu about the recent kills that have been happening in Woodsboro. About 5 minutes later, Billy pops out of nowhere at the door. "Jesus Christ Billy boy. I'm gonna get you a cow bell or something so you can't sneak up on me anymore." I laugh, smiling and giving him a hug as I go to find Sid and Tate. "Hey Sid, have you seen Tatum anywhere?" "Um, no I haven't. You wanna come upstairs and breathe in peace without any screaming or anything?" "Sure" I say, bounding up the stairs.

I take a nice big deep breath as I flop down onto Stu's parents bed. "Thanks Sid. You always seem to know exactly what I need before I even know I need it." "I know babydoll. Its what I'm here for." I blush ay the nickname and just laugh it off. I can't help but get flustered at how she stands between my legs and looks down at me. No. I'm single and I'm not looking to mingle. I sit up quickly, looking up at Sidney. "Well thanks again Sid. I needed this but I should probably go downstairs, finish the movie, find Tate, y'know?" "Hmm" she nods. As I stand up, I realize she hasn't backed up. We're so close I can feel her everywhere, our lips inches apart. "Well, bye Sidney!" I call, bounding out the door.

So that was weird. I'll just find Tate and finish the movie. "Hey, Randy! Where is everyone?" I question him as I walk into the living room, seeing it empty. "Oh there was this phone call about Principal Himbry has been killed and is hanging from a football post or something." I jump onto the couch next to him. "You think its true?" I ask. "Maybe. I don't really care though. I just wanna finish the movie." "Alright." I nod, standing. "Where ya going?" "To find Tatum or Billy or Sid or Stu. I'll be right back." Randy's head jerks to look at me. "Kidding Rand. Kinda." "Jesus, Y/N." I laugh as I walk up the stairs to see if Tate and Stu are fucking in a room somewhere like they usually are.

I open the door to Stu's bedroom and walk in with my hand covering my eyes, just in case. "Stu? Tatum? Y'all in here." Suddenly, I hear a loud slicing sound and a gargled shout. "Y/N!" I move my hand and see the Ghostface killer in the mask and Sid laying stabbed on the bed. "Oh shit." I say, turning and running as the killer bounds over the bed towards me. "Motherfucker! I'm too young to die! Shit! Ow! Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" I scream as I run around the house, locking door and creating obstacles along the way. "I am way too out of shape for this shit! Can I have a headstart? Bitch! Randy! Stu! Billy! Tatum? Anybody? Fuck!"

I run into a room with a window and I lay the ironing board across the bottom of the door. "Asshole" I say, clamoring out of the window. I feel someone grab my shoulder as they try to pull me back in. "Bitch!" I yell, jumping as I swing my fist back, hitting them in the face. I groan as I roll off of the boat and land on the concrete. I look up at the garage door and scream and choke out a sob as I see my childhood best friend hanging, dead, from the garage door. I stand back up as I run to the news van parked outside. I bang on the door as the camera man, Kenny opens it and I climb in, slamming the door behind me. I look at the cameras set up and I see Ghostface creeping up behind Randy, preparing to stab him.

"Fuck! Move Randy! Move!" "Move kid!" Kenny jumps out of the van to go inside but I notice the front door is open. I watch the footage of the killer running outside, leaving Randy. "Shit! He's-" I'm cut off with a slicing sound as blood spurts from Kenny's neck. I scream and let out a string of curse words as I clamor out the back hole of the news van. I glance around, not seeing the killer but I see Dewey. "Dewey! Randy! He's inside! The killer is gone and I don't know where he went!" I yell, chest heaving, exhausted. "I knew I should've stayed home." The adrenaline is beginning to fade as I see Dewey walk out of the house. "Dewey! Did you-" I see a knife sticking out his back as he calls out, "run!" Before he collapsed. I see the killer standing behind him, pulls the knife out of Dewey's back and starts bolting towards me.

I start running again even though I want to lay down and cry. But I won't. I pick up speed as I think of my parents, who were also killed by Ghostface. I think about my sister, who is at home waiting for me. I think of Sidney, Billy, Tatum, Randy, and Stu. All for the people I love. After a few minutes, I slow to catch my breath and I see the van lights flashing. I wave my hands around and Gale swerves off of the road. What the fuck? I can drive better than that. Oh shit. Randy. He's still in the house. I start running back already on the brink of passing the fuck out. "Oh Randy. You better thank me for this later. I've never run this much except for the time where that big ass dog was chasing me."

I stop up at the porch and grab Dewey's gun out of his pocket, turning the safety off and pointing it as Randy and Billy come out of different directions. "Oh fuck, Y/N. We've gotta get the fuck outta here! I found Tatum and I think Billy killed her." "No I didn't, Y/N! You know me. Baby, give me the gun." He says, shoving Randy out of the way. "Back the fuck up Billy or I swear to God, I will blow your brains all over this front yard. You too Randy." They both start blabbering at once and I can't focus. "Fuck you both!" I say, slamming the door in their faces. They both continue banging on the door. "Go away! Please leave me alone." I shout, sliding down against the door, burying my head in my knees.

"Y/N?" I hear Sid ask before she tumbles down the stairs. "Oh shit. Sid, you're bleeding! Are you ok?" I ask, running over to help her. She hobbles to the door and holds her hand out. "Give me the gun. It's ok Y/N. I'm here now." I pass the gun slowly to her, no hesitation. That was my final mistake of the night. She opens the door and Randy comes flying in. "Holy shit. Billy's gone mad!" "We all go a little mad sometimes." Sidney turns with a smirk on her face as she shoots Randy in the shoulder. "Oh fuck." Randy says before he falls. "Sidney? What the fuck?" I yell, running over to help Randy seeing he's unconscious.

I turn and I start to run away before running straight into Billy's chest. "Billy please, help me!" He just looks down at me before pulling a voice changer and talking into it. "Surprise, Y/N." I look back at Sidney, who looks at me like what are you gonna do? Bitch. This is what the fuck I'm gonna do. I shove Billy out of my way and I run to the kitchen. Suddenly, Sidney pops out and points the gun at me. "Woah. Woah. Calm down there princess." I back slowly towards the counter. "You fucking bitches. Oh Jesus Chris. I'm so stupid. This is all my fault. My fault."

"Honestly, sweetheart. It is. We killed all these people for you. All for you. Your parents." I choked back a cry. "Your Tatum." Sidney adds. I let out a sob. "Why? What did I do to you?" "Well, princess. You hated your parents, so we got rid of them for you." "But I love Tate." "No! You don't love her. You love us." She told me, picking up the knife from Billy and tracing it down my cheek. The adrenaline from the nights events is wearing off and I begin to actually register what I've done. What I've seen. Sidney stands in front of me and Billy has his head on her shoulder.

"Why? Why me?" "Because we love you, sweetheart" I break down for the first time that night, falling into Sidney's arms as I sob. "Get away from me. Leave me alone. Please!" I start to hyperventilate as I think of Tatum and my parents being brutally murdered. And it was all my fault. My fault that Dewey was stabbed. My fault Randy was shot. I fall to my knees, sobbing. I'm having a panic attack. I haven't had one this bad since I got the news my parents were found. "In and out. In and out. Come on, Y/N. Breathe. In and out." I hear Tatum's voice guiding me as I calm myself.

I stand, looking at the two people who sat with me after my parents died, comforting me, helping me through it when in reality, it was them who caused it. All the pain I feel. It was them. I don't see friends anymore. I see targets. I grab a knife off of the counter and feel it in my hand. Can I really kill them? I love them. But not as much as I love Tatum. Or mom and dad. I don't see Billy so tackle Sid and pin her. Who knew wrestling would come in handy. I pin the knife to her neck and look at her. She's so much prettier up close. "You won't do it, baby girl. You can't." I press the knife down harder as she stares into my eyes.

"Do it."

I raise the knife then drop it with a loud groan of frustration. "Why can't I do it?" I ask myself. I feel myself being suddenly jerked back and something cold being pressed on my black short dress and breasts. "Because you love this. You love all of it. I bet if I stuck my hand down your dress, your panties would be soaked. Sidney, would you like to check?" "Hmm" she nodded, sticking her hand up my dress and brushing them over my pulsing pussy. "Soaked, Billy." I whimper as Billy slits my dress in half, Sidney ripping it off. I realize the position I'm in. I'm straddling Sidney and Billy is holding a knife off to my left.

I'm left in my black bra and panties set and my thigh high stockings. "These fucking stockings, pretty girl. Everyday, you wear these stupid fucking stockings and everyday, I wanna fuck the shit outta you every time I see you in them." I let out a soft whine as I hear Billy's words and I feel Sidney's thumb circling my clit slowly through my underwear. Suddenly, I'm flipped over on my back on the floor and Sidney's by my head, sticking her fingers down the back of my throat. Then, Billy comes up towards my face and I see his cock. That won't fit inside me. In my mouth or my pussy. "Suck it like a slut." He orders as I take his dick in my mouth as to avoid him getting angry.

I moan around his cock as I feel Sid's fingers slide deep inside my cunt, deeper then mine could reach. I suck harder on Billy's dick as he begins thrusting, hitting the back of my throat and groaning at the feeling of me gagging around his dick. Sidney starts pistoning her fingers in and out of my pussy so fast that I reach down to grab her fingers to slow her down. "Oh now now baby doll. You were doing so good for mommy and daddy. Move your hands." Sid commands, slapping my hands away as she continues pistoning her fingers quickly, in and out.

"Fuck" Billy groans as something goes down my throat. "Swallow." I swallow obediently and look up innocently at Billy. "So good for daddy and mommy baby." My pussy clenches harder around Sidney's fingers as I arch my back and let out a loud moan as I cum for the first of many times tonight. "Good girl." Billy comes and trades places with Sidney as Sidney comes to straddle my face. Billy starts rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt as he starts to push his dick inside my dripping pussy. It won't fit. It won't fit. I'm a virgin! But then he pushes himself all the way in to the hilt as I let out a scream.

He reaches up and chokes me, not enough to where I can't breathe, but just enough to where I reach that fuzzy feeling and drift off into subspace and stopped screaming. Sidney begins riding my face and making out with Billy as he thrusts in and out of my cunt so hard, I see stars and a quickly approaching 2nd orgasm. I let out a cry as I cum for the second time. Shortly after, Sidney comes and I drink all of her juices like a good girl. Sidney sits back and watches and plays with my nipples as Billy's dick disappears in and out of my pussy, his cock coated in red from my blood. Billy pinches my pulsing clit, hard as I cum for a third time.

"Please! No more! No more! Can't take anymore daddy, mommy. Fuck, please no more." "Oh come on, princess. Be a good girl and give mommy and daddy one more. One more. Then you can suck. Ok?" Sidney says as I come again, my eyes rolling back into my head, my hoarse voice screaming mommy and daddy, the tears streaking down my cheeks, all sends Billy over the edge. "We fucking own you. You fucking belong to us, Y/N." Billy groans out. After Billy pulls out of my dripping wet cunt with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and my blood, Sidney cradles me in her lap and let's me suck on her nipple, praising me while Billy goes to get something. I'm not registering anything that's happening except for the good girls and the I'm so proud of yous.

"Good girl. You're mommy's good girl, aren't you Y/N? Mommy's so proud of you. You were so good for mommy and daddy." Billy leans down and gives Sidney a quick kiss. Sidney leans down and kisses me, slipping her tongue in my mouth along with a little pill. "Mommy? What was that?" I asked, starting to feel sleepy. "Just something that will help us to bring you home easier." "Mommy? Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" They say in unison. I bury my head into Sidney's breasts as I mumble two words.

"Fuck you"

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[kinniesmultifandomartblog]

mmmm do i do it and make these all like fully detailed full drawings each

[alexmeeksmartin]

scream - incorrect quotes pt.i

a/n: currently sitting exams right now so have not had the time to write! here’s something small in the mean time :)

anika, on the first week of being roommates: i feel like you’re prioritising school over our friendship

y/n: i barely know you?

anika: fine, message received.

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chad, mindy, & y/n are locked in a room

y/n, hysterical and on the verge of tears: what if nobody looks down here?! you know, how are we going to survive? i had- i had a protein bar in my car, i don’t know why i didn’t bring it in oh my god-

chad: guys, if it comes to it, and i mean this… i want you guys to eat me

mindy, exasperated: as i’ve told you before, chad, in those elevators and traffic jams, i will NOT eat you.

y/n: okay, you’re saying that now, but we might not get out of here and we might need to start making tough decisions!

mindy: *sighs*

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chad: without you, sam, we’re just four idiots who moved to new york together

tara: you make us family, sam

sam: well, i’m like the cool rebel sibling of course

mindy: no, you’re the mom

y/n: yeah, definitely the mom

tara: look, sam, if you come back to us i’ll let you clean my room

sam: deal.

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y/n, in tears: i’m sorry

mindy: oh, y/n, crying… i don’t know what to do

mindy: pat pat. this feels wrong

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chad: i don’t know if y/n’s dreams can predict the future like mine can, but i do know that if something happened to anika… i couldn’t live with myself

chad: of course, i wouldn’t have to, because y/n and mindy would kill me.

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anika, getting out of the car: i’m leaving!

y/n: can’t you at least call an uber?

anika: you know they banned me for talking too much to the drivers!

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y/n: yeah, the band doesn’t go on till midnight

sidney: midnight?

y/n: okay, if you guys can’t hear me now, we’re gonna have some real problems at the club.

sidney: no problem

gale: no, we’re good. we’re good

y/n: i hope i can be as cool as you guys in thirty years.

gale: does y/n really think that we’re fifty?

sidney: no, y/n is just really bad at maths

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gale: here’s the thing i realised, you can’t get older if you never celebrate birthdays

y/n, dewey, and sidney coming out with a cake: happy bir-

gale, spraying them with water: no

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y/n: ethan, i was wondering if we could have a little chat

ethan: you want me to go home.

y/n: no, no, the opposite of that

ethan: i want you to go home?

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anika, confused but knowing that she’s in trouble: you want to tell me what i did?

y/n, mad: do you want to tell me what you did?

anika: i don’t know what i did

y/n: then i don’t know what you did.

anika: fine! i’m bored, i’m going

y/n: don’t forget your phone!